The beast lies in wait in the tall grass of complacency.
You forget he’s there.
You move freely.
Because he’s always there.
I hate him.
Ok, I hate him.
He ruined my life.
Now, I know, I know…
Life is all about how you allow someone to make you feel and life is about not allowing someone to take away your power and your life is only ruined by someone else as much as you allow them to ruin it but sometimes…
Some nights when you have forgotten the beast that alcoholism is…
The beast that it made him…
You get caught.
The filthy claws slash though your flesh and soul.
And you wonder how you could have even POSSIBLY forgotten!
How you could have for one single, solitary, no matter how brief, moment taken your eyes off that grass.
How you could have possibly let yourself get close to that grass.
Where the beast will always be.